Take My Ex-Wife Again

A year has passed since those heart-wrenching words left my ears: "Get out of my house. I never want to see you again, you're a slut." The memory still haunts me, even as my newborn baby inherits his father's striking blue eyes. I can't help but wonder why he chose that name for me, considering the coldness he exhibited just weeks before our divorce – a sign I should've heeded. David James Miller, his identity still etched in my mind, is undoubtedly capable of finding someone else to fill the void I left behind. Before our marriage, he had a history of being surrounded by women who fawned over him. To him, I was his first in every sense, and he rejoiced when he discovered I remained a virgin. I saved myself for him, cherishing that moment we shared together. But without warning, he ended our marriage without explanation, only to reappear, seeking to reclaim a part of my life and, perhaps, ours. That encounter left me questioning the reasons behind his sudden change of heart.